The Transmetal hornet wakes up slowly. His head lolls to the side, his insectoid eyes opening slowly...then, snapping open with a shock.
"MY ARM! That low-class bird-brain cut off my ARM!! That was my FLAME-THROWER arm! I LIKED that arm!!"
His compatriot, a lightning bug, points to the gaping wound in the hornet's chest.
"AAAAAAGH!"
"Any lower, good friend, and you'd be trading discourse with our ancestors in the Pit."
"...I was sick of that arm anyway. I can get a better arm."
Their leader, a giant three-tailed bee/scorpion, blinks the light from his eyes. "Why is my sight so blurry? WHAT HAPPENED IN THERE?!?" His enormous hand clamps around the lightning bug's neck.
"Ahh...ur... Ice, sir. One of the Maximals was fighting with ice!"
"...And no Maximal lives taken?"
"Alas, not a one! If Krakken hadn't destroyed that statue.."
The Transmetal II lobster, silent until now, shudders. "I—I didn't like the way it was looking at me..."
The hornet, Upgrade, becomes more aware... "Angel and Sellsword are still in there!"
"GOOD. They don't mind taking a few off-line." The commander looks around. "Where's Whiplash?"
Blackout answers: "Deactivated, sir! I...I never saw anything like it! One of the Maximals seemed to have a vendetta... He was like...like a bat out of the Pit!"
Upgrade wryly mutters: "He went totally batty..."
Frustrated, the commander slams Blackout's relatively small body into Upgrade's, injuring the both even further. "Fall back and WAIT. The others will make it out, or NOT, but I want to see some Maximals go with them."
"Understood..." Blackout chokes.
Upgrade slips off the back of his four-legged drone, patching his empty right socket with his left hand. "Right after I TAKE CARE of something."